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JOURNEY TO CARCOSA:

The Society of the Yellow Sign

Edited and mixed by Steve Lines.

Steve Lines: FX.

Joseph S. Pulver: Voices.

Susan McAdam: Voices.

Jane Murphy: Keyboards.

Jim G: Piano.

Melanie Townsend: Vocals.

Mark Angell: Vocals.

Childe Roland: Vocals, instruments.

Ken Flynn: Keyboards, guitars.

Lodovico Ellena; Vocals, guitars.

Aldo Mella: Bass.

LOST CARCOSA:

Stormclouds

Words and music by Steve Lines.

Steve Lines: Rhythm guitars, keyboards. harmonica, bass.

Melanie Townsend: Vocals.

Ken Flynn: Lead guitar.

No one can see Lost Carcosa

Until the Hyades rise

And the black stars shine from uncanny skies

On the ebon towers of Carcosa

No human lives in Carcosa

Where flap the yellow tatters of the King

And the sad songs that the faithful shall sing

Will echo through the streets of Carcosa

Upon the cloudy shores of Carcosa

Where Hali's waves whisper with the tides

What is the truth that the Pallid Mask hides?

There are no truths in Dark Carcosa

Last night I dreamt of Carcosa

Where black domes and monoliths loom

Gaunt and stark behind the rising moon

Above the twisting alleys of Carcosa

I must return to Lost Carcosa

Which shimmers on the misty edge of sleep

And when I return warm tears will I weep

For the doomed and the damned in Lost Carcosa

POSTSCRIPT: THE KING IN YELLOW:

Susan McAdam

Words Written by Ann K. Schwader.

Susan McAdam: Voice.

Jane Murphy: Keyboards.

Steve Lines: FX.

Soul-sick, I laid aside that slender text

(Its serpent binding slithered from my hands),

& sought the healing ease of sleep - now vexed

By tainted wisdom's hideous demands.

Black stars betrayed the region of my dreams:

I traced Cassilda's path along that shore

Whose poisoned mists obscure forevermore

Deep Hali's nameless horror. Shattered screams

Rang echoing from dread Carcosa's towers

Where nothing human dwells, nor ever dwelt

In twisted cells where disembodied Powers

Still make themselves most maddeningly felt.

Too late, I knew that tortured voice as mine,

& woke to see I clutched . . . the Yellow Sign.

THE YELLOW SIGN:

Black Monolith

Words and music by Steve Lines.

Mark Angell: Vocals.

Steve Lines: Bass, keyboards, rhythm and 'lead guitars.

On the day I read that book the nightmares did begin

My mind is torn and tattered like the robes of the King

And the Phantom is waiting for Cassilda to sing

Have you found the yellow sign?

The black stars radiate nothing but the night

And truth is just a shadow in a pallid light

The driver of the hearse his face so soft and white says

Have you found the yellow sign?

Flesh is the mask, behind which we all hide

Hali's waves seduce me with the crashing of the tide

I see Carcosa's portals as they open wide

I have found the Yellow sign?

BEHIND THE MASK:

Childe Roland

Words by Steve Lines. Music by Childe Roland.

Childe Roland: All instruments and vocals.

You say I'm mad but still you ask

What I saw behind the mask

In long forgotten frozen Leng

Where dreams took me a voyaging

In that dreary icy waste

I came across a towered place

The Elder One he sat within

On an ebon chair in shadows dim

In yellow silk he was concealed

His outlines vague, one paw revealed

Lolling on his ebon throne

His face a secret none has known

Against my numb and frozen will

My hands reached out and began to pull

At the oddly twitching, silken veil

And I saw his face in grim detail

My mortal soul was blasted bare

By what I saw beneath the hair

Shrieking madness filled my brain

My mind was torn on fangs of pain

Such a face no man should see

Lest he embrace insanity

That mocking laughter I as I ran out

How can he laugh without a mouth?

HALI (THE LAKE OF LOST SOULS):

Lodovico Ellena

Words by Steve Lines. Music by Lodovico Ellena.

Lodovico Ellena: Vocals, rhythm guitars & lead guitar.

Aldo Mella: Bass & keyboards.

The Hyades are in the skies,

The black stars confound my eyes,

Behind lost Carcosa the moon will rise.

The cloud waves gently break,

On the misty shore of the ebon lake.

I listen to the sounds they make.

In Hali's murky deep,

They dream in their deathless sleep,

A million tortured souls softly weep.

I hear Sad Cassilda sing,

As I wait for the Yellow King.

In Hali's murky deep,

They dream in their deathless sleep,

A million tortured souls softly weep.

Her mournful melodies ,

Are carried on the leaden breeze.

In my nightmares dark Hali calls to me.

The Hyades are in the skies,

The black stars confound my eyes.

I feel the ebb and flow of Hali's tides.

I hear Sad Cassilda sing,

As I wait for the Yellow King.

THE PALLID MASK:

The Petals

Words by Steve Lines. Music by The Petals.

Laurie Kern: Vocals.

Tim Kern.

J. W. Tessier.

John Frankovic.

Dan Mullen.

Bobby Firedman.

I know all the faces in Carcosa

So who is this Stranger? I must ask

Nothing will prevent me from seeing

This ghost robed in pale white damask

He wears another face

With eyes so hard to trace

The Stranger hides behind the Pallid Mask

Whiter than the rolling mists of Hali

Expressionless and cold as the Black Stars

Is there truth behind the illusion?

The only truth is death will come at last

Weaving webs of sly deceit

So vague and incomplete

The Stranger hides behind the Pallid Mask

The shadows lengthen in Carcosa

CASSILDA'S SONG:

Robert M. Price

Words by Robert M. Price.

Robert M. Price: Voice.

Karda Estra: Music.

FX: Steve Lines.

The cloud crest splash along the beach,

And double suns drop out of reach,

Dusk creeps apace unto Carcosa.

The night arises ghastly white,

Blackness blanched by ebon light

From stars and moons over dead Carcosa.

The Hyades, their voices raised,

Their silken shredded King to praise,

But none will know in damned Carcosa.

My soul lies mute its cords all cut,

My wailings cease, my mouth sown shut

Lost as tears in Hali's deeps by dead Carcosa.

CASSILDA'S SONG:

Childe Roland

Words and music by Steve Lines.

Arrangement and extra lyrics by Childe Roland.

Childe Roland: Vocals and acoustic guitars.

The cloud waves surge with Hali's tides,

The twin suns drop from uncanny skies,

Darkness weaves its spell in Carcosa.

Black are the stars, strange in the night,

And strange moons shine in their ebon light,

But not as strange as dim Carcosa.

The Hyades will praise the King

With melodies that none shall sing

In the silent streets of cold Carcosa.

I cannot sing, my song unsung

Shall die on my lips and a tear will run,

But who shall care in lost Carcosa?

CASSILDA'S SONG:

Stormclouds

Words by Robert W. Chambers. Music by Steve Lines.

Steve Lines: Acoustic guitars.

Melanie Townsend: Vocals.

Ken Flynn: Acoustic guitars, keyboards.

Along the shore the cloud waves break,

The twin suns sink behind the lake,

The shadows lengthen

in Carcosa.

Strange is the night where black stars rise,

And strange moons circle through the skies,

But stranger still is

lost Carcosa.

Songs that the Hyades shall sing,

Where flap the tatters of the King,

Must die unheard in

dim Carcosa.

Song of my soul, my voice is dead,

Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed

Shall dry and die in

lost Carcosa.

CARCOSA:

Susan McAdam

Written by Richard L. Tierney.

Susan McAdamVoice.

Jane Murphy: keyboards.

Steve Lines: FX.

I sense, on crystal winter evenings

When constellations gleam through black-branched trees,

A night-dark star no earthly gazer sees

To which some dread malevolently clings.

No star-chart shows it--no--yet slumber brings

Its vision from the clustered Hyades--

Black waters over which a leaden breeze

Wafts the sad song that dead Cassilda sings.

No darker vision greets the sleeper than

That lake, from which the coiling clouds-waves pour

To break upon the long, basaltic shore

Beneath the rays of red Aldebaran--

The lake whence dreamers flee in nameless dread

As Hastur rises from his slimy bed.

WHAT SAD DRUM?:

Steve Lines

Words and music by Steve Lines.

Steve Lines: Voice, guitars, bass, FX.

What sad drum beats for me?

A faintly pulsing litany of hollow echoes;

Mournful sounds as cold

As Hali's deeps:

a heartbeat slow and old.

Does Cassilda mourn my passing?

who cries for me?

What sad drum beats for me?

Perhaps a soul so pure

That all my twisted lies and deepest, blackest sins

Have been forgiven....

Who pounds those skins?

Have I found redemption?

If only I could be sure....

What sad drum beats for me?

So soft and low.

My flesh corrupted flesh sloughs its bones,

But the beat goes on;

A dirge of solemn funeral tones.

What sad drum beats for me?

Ah, now I know,

It beats for Carcosa's faithfull as they softly sing.

My soul awaits the coming of the Yellow King.